Feel the moment slipping,
turning into water in your palm,
Like a knife ripping,
gouging, carving, disturbingly calm
Hanging empty gaping mouth
you stutter, you mutter
you wish you could shout,
but you're inadequate, unsold, inventory.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Posted by sandeep at Friday, August 12, 2005
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Like a knife in my heart. Too beautiful.
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